Page 13 of Clover

Braxton is back on top of me before I can blink. This time at my front and pushing me to the ground flat on my back. Grabbing both my wrists in one of his large hands, locking my arms above my head. His knees are at either of my sides, squeezing around my body hard enough to secure my legs tightly together.

I scream bloody murder. Hoping beyond all hope that someone in another unit below or around will hear me.

“Scream all you want,sweet cheeks. No one can hear you. And I like it when you scream.”

“Don’t you dare call me that, you fucking psychopath!” I spit in his face for good measure. He only chuckles. Enjoying every goddamn minute of it as he wipes my spit from his cheek.

Leaning back on his haunches, he places his groin right over mine. He’s hard, and I think I’m gonna be sick. He rubs it into me and moans. With his free hand, he grabs onto the collar of my tank top and yanks hard. Ripping the cotton from top to bottom. Exposing my bra-covered breasts.

“I fucking hate that shirt.” He growls as he slides the same hand that just did the ripping across the swell of my chest. Sending a shiver straight up my spine. Never in my life have I felt smaller and weaker than I do now. Not when I was high, not when there was nothing I could do to save my mother, not even when I was living under a bridge like a troll.

His muscles are too big, and mine are too small. I never thought I was too small for anything. Not even when facing off with Nix. His large size comforts me, fits me. It’s not imposing and intrusive like Braxton’s is. A stray angry tear rolls down my cheek without my permission. I buck and twist under his hold, trying to break free. Failing miserably.

His body covering mine in ways I never wanted to feel him. There’s no doubt his intentions. I can handle whatever he does to me. I’ve been through worse than a little smacking around. He can try to break me, but he won’t succeed.

Leaning down, he licks between my breasts all the way up to my neck. Sending the most disgusting feeling through my bones. His cock pressing harder into me. He smells like expensive cologne, and it burns my nostrils. When I try to fight back again, wiggling under his body, his grip tightens. Digging my wrists into one another. Stifling the whimper that it causes, I bite down, clamping my mouth shut.

“Mmmm. You taste like strawberries. I wonder if those pretty nipples of yours taste the same.”

Yanking on my bra, he pulls at the lace enough for my breasts to spring free. Braxton licks his lips before leaning down and pulling my pierced nipple into his mouth. He doesn’t suck hard or bite, just suckles until the peak hardens in his mouth. Again, he grinds his cock into me. This time I thrash my entire body about trying to knock him off. He only laughs at my pathetic attempts, moaning in delight as my thrashing mimics the motion of fucking. Perhaps not the best idea in my current predicament.

“Keep that up, little strawberry. It only makes me harder.” He presses his body down onto mine to still me and emphasize his point. From this angle, I can see down his shirt, and the black swirling in of his tattoo mocks me again from under the crisp white cotton. His rock-hard erection is all the proof I need that he’s fucked up in the head.

“Fuck you, asshole.” I spit out.

“Gladly”

Unzipping his pants with his free hand, he pulls out his dick and fists it. Rubbing it up and down my denim-covered pussy.

“Get off of me, you piece of shit.”

“I have been waiting a long time to get off on you. Very patiently, in fact, to have a taste of your sweet pussy.”

“If that’s your idea of patient, you’re gonna have to try harder. You’re not getting that sad excuse for a dick anywhere near my pussy.” I try to sound hard, but a waver shakes my words.

“It’s cute that you think you have any control here.Iam in control.” Sliding up my body, he runs his cock along the plane of my stomach. Groaning when his skin touches mine. “I’m gonna fuck your sweet pussy until you bleed, and then I’m gonna fuck you again and again and again. Until you break, and when you’re broken, and I’ve had my fun. I’ll kill you and leave the pieces of what’s left on the doorstep of your preciousNix’shouse.”

His words are venom and fire, and I know he will do as he promises. He will fuck me. I don’t have the power or strength to stop him. But he will not break me. I can’t let him. The longer I fight, the longer Nix has to find me before he does as he threatens and kills me. Men like Braxton don’t deserve the air they breathe and yet always have more than anyone else.

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a man, and your tiny dick couldn’t please a ten-dollar whore.” My words have bite but come out quiet. The strength in my voice lost—for now. Even with the weakness in my words, it pisses him off, and he swings. The back of his hand smacking me across the face. The sting is not immediate. The blow taking me by surprise. I didn’t know he was into giving pain. Sex I could deal with. Being beaten and hurt, I don’t know if I’m strong enough.

“That felt fucking fantastic. I’m going to make you scream with mytiny dickwhen I rip you in two from inside of your, uhh, tight pussy.” He groans as he presses his dick harder into my stomach. No matter how many times I call it tiny, it is not. Not as big as Nix, but still larger than average. I don’t know if he actually could rip me in two, but I can tell he’s definitely going to try.

He begins to do just that, reaching between us and unzipping my pants. Pulling them open. He can’t pull them down without loosening his hold on me, so he settles for exposing my panties. Rubbing the head of his dick down as far as he can before hitting the bottom of the zipper.

“I am looking forward to feeling your pussy wrapped around every inch of my cock.” Still leaning over me, I can feel his breath quicken as he strokes himself while pressing into me.

“When Nix finds me, he’s going to kill you.” I try to threaten him. It only makes him grin. He doesn’t believe me.

“He’ll never find you.” Another of his sadistic chuckles slips through his parted lips. For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, and I pray to whoever the fuck is out there that he doesn’t. Braxton begins to shift on top of me. Probably prepping to remove my pants. Before he can, the beep, beep, swoosh noise comes again as someone else enters my cage.

“Boss?” A deep male’s voice calls out from the kitchen. From around the corner, a hulking brute steps out, stopping a mere ten feet from us on the floor. “Sorry to interrupt, boss.”

“What is it?”

“We have a situation.”

“Then handle it.” Braxton still hasn’t moved or turned to look at the man now looming behind him at a safe distance. Over his shoulder, I see the tall man, dark hair shaved short, basic black suit fitted to his large frame. Braxton’s righthand man and one of the asshats that helped him bring me to this penthouse prison. Braxton’s eyes are fixed on me, his cock still fisted in his hand but not getting any softer.

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